The courtyard was regarded as a gladiator by Lef and Chamuyam.

Discard the broken shield and switch to dual-holding. Leif held the bayonet in his left hand, held the uncrowned king tightly with his right hand, and squirted with his wrist, pressing down the center of gravity of his body.

His posture is somewhat like an oriental horse stance, with half-bent knees shoulder-width, his strong body leaning forward greatly, and his feet staggeringly around the circle.

Such steps give him the power to slam at any time, and his wide arms make it difficult to tell whether he will use a bayonet or a Viking sword that cuts iron like mud during the next attack.

Chamuyam's posture is similar, half-squatting, horizontal movement, and lifting the wheel-shaped axe with both hands, which can be chopped or cut.

The two move clockwise, like a boat rolled into a whirlpool, approaching around the common non-existent center.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

"Ao!"

Leif suddenly activated and shouted the battle horn and stabbed the sword out quickly.

The power of the berserker can stir up the world, and the wild murderous intent spreads wildly, squeezing the space and shocking the enemy's mind.

But Chamuyam was not afraid.

He ignored the cold light that pierced his eye socket, stared at his eyes and swung the wheel axe to Leff's head.

Leif's arm span is slightly longer, and the length of the Uncrowned King is slightly larger than the wheel axe. If this continues, Chamuyam's eyeball will definitely be stinged first, but before Leif kills his opponent, the axe will definitely be able to split Leif's skull.

So he twisted his body.

He stepped on his feet and twisted his body. The sword he stabbed was swung horizontally, and with a bang, he used the root of the sword blade to press against the axe blade.

The two of their forearms burst at the same time, and for a moment, Lef stabbed a bayonet into Chamuyam's throat.

Chamuyam let go of one hand and pinched Lef's wrist, lifting it up little by little? Pulling it apart little by little.

The two of them were blushing red? In the fancy fight, the Obsidian Blade Warrior of Aztec was even better.

Chamuyam laughed wildly? He laughed wildly? Leif suddenly kicked his leg and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

The crazy laughter came to an abrupt end? Chamuyam took several steps back. Lef, who broke away from the bondage, approached him, and the uncrowned king lowered his head and flirted with him. As fast as thunder? As fast as lightning.

clang!

Chamuyam blocked the attack with an axe, punched Lef straight on his shoulder with a backhand, knocking him back, interrupting his next combo.

The offense and defense of both sides reversed again.

Lef was knocked back by a punch? Chamuyam raised his axe and jumped up? He was tall and struck down in the sky like thunder.

The axe blade approached the top of his head in a blink of an eye, but Leif was still unable to stabilize his body.

The lower plate was unstable, and the left shoulder was painful. Lef gritted his teeth and rolled down. Chamuyam slashed the air with an axe? The powerful attack hit the ground, and it roared. It smashed a huge pit on the soft grass like a heavy hammer.

The two men separated by more than ten meters apart again and returned to the initial movement? The initial rhythm.

No one spoke.

The warriors disdained their words, and sharp blades and murderous intent were the best words between them.

Four eyes are opposite.

Lef and Chamuyam both saw the cautiousness in their opponents' eyes, and they both regarded caution as fear.

"I will cut your throat!" / "I will cut your head!"

The two of them said in unison, and then they were furious at the same time, rushing and assaulting.

"Ao!"

...

The black beard pounced on it, and his strong body squeezed over half of the aisle, swung his arms round, and the jagged black blade slashed under his head.

His attacks do not have many memorable advantages. They are probably fast, accurate and powerful enough. Compared with outsiders, they are only more skillful and decisive.

But Lorraine was unavoidable.

The aisle of the villa is very narrow, with unpurpose-free rooms on both sides. The limited width cannot withstand flexible movements, and cannot use exquisite martial arts.

Such a downstrike may not be the true level of Blackbeard. In such an environment, even Lorraine cannot make too many changes when attacking.

Henna is probably the only one suitable for this kind of battlefield...

Lorraine was thinking randomly, and raised her slender sword and blocked her hard.

With a sound, Lorraine's face suddenly changed.

What he had in his hand was not the usual solid double sword, nor the umbrella sword carefully created by Manager Maltine, but just a gorgeously decorated thin sword.

The shape of the thin-body sword is masculine than the Swift Sword, and it is more practical than the Swift Sword, but in the final analysis, it is still a noble sword.

Its material and shape may be suitable for those noble duels who block family honors, but it is definitely not suitable for real swords and guns, nor is it suitable for such extremely unfavorable battlefields, facing monsters like Blackbeard who are far superior to ordinary people.

It cried in a collision!

A happy look flashed across the black beard's face. As soon as the black blade was swept away, he immediately pressed it with his arm and twisted it into his body with another knife.

His sword was fast and stable. With the addition of the heavy and thick weapons and the small space, Lorraine had to resist and collide with each blow.

He is like a skilled blacksmith, and unfortunately, today Lorraine is playing the role of the anvil.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Blackbeard swung the knife and slashed it down one after another. Lorraine waved the sword and blocked it. Blackbeard's knife was fast and steady, like a blacksmith, and every knife was slashed with all its strength.

The force transmitted to Lorraine's palm is deflecting.

With just seven or eight collisions with all strength, the sword's force changed. Perhaps the tail of the blade hidden in the handle began to twist, or perhaps the handle in Lorraine's hand began to break. No matter what the reason was, this beautiful sword was not far from breaking.

Seeing the conditions ripe, the black beard grinned and took a step back half a step, changing to slashing.

The ferocious toothed blade passed through the aisle from bottom to top. Lorraine gritted her teeth and flipped the sword horizontally to fight. As soon as the gold and iron were crossed, the sword was clicked.

The sword is broken...

The slender sword body broke in the calyx part, and the long sword blade flew out. The black blade was tearing toward Lorraine's chest with an unparalleled strong wind. At the critical moment, Lorraine knocked on the thick black beard's blade with her remaining guards. At the moment of raising the slashing trajectory, she fell in the wind and fell to the ground with her serrations.

Bang!

He fell to the blood-soaked carpet without any protection, endured the pain from his back and quickly turned over, avoiding the black beard's final blow.

That knife almost wanted to slash Lorraine.

After the final blow was lost, the fangs on the blade were deeply embedded in the depression of the carpet. Lorraine felt the entire floor trembling, and the black beard even omitted the action of drawing the knife, and directly maintained the chopping posture. With one step, she cut across towards Lorraine who rolled to the side.

There is no time to think!

Lorraine continued to turn over and freed her right hand and raised her arm and fist.

The handle that was still hanging on the palm of his hand was regarded as a weapon similar to a copper finger tiger, and it hit the edge of the cold light flickering.

Gold-iron attack!

The power of the warrior was inseparable from the foundation of the lower plate, and Lorraine lying on the ground had no foundation at all. His counterattack could only barely avoid the ending of being cut in half. The huge force that was fed back shocked him, smashed the door with a bang, and fell into the spacious room.

He hit the ground hard, and a bloody mist spewed out with a thud. Before the blood mist dissipated, he had already gotten up and leaned against the wall in three or two steps, so that his body would not be exposed outside the window to hide.

Blackbeard walked in with a knife in his arms. Seeing Lorraine's vigilance, she couldn't help but show her appreciation.

"It seems that no matter how fierce the battle is, it will not make you forget the God of Death outside the house."

"It's not surprising, Your Highness, because there is only one life." Lorraine wiped off the blood marks on the corner of her mouth and glanced at the shadow of the clock tower in the night outside the window, "You have an impressive hunter. The 350-meter bullet shot is perfect. This performance will probably make a pretentious little thing depressed for a long time."

"A little pretentious thing?"

Blackbeard repeated the conversation in confusion, and saw that Lorraine had no intention of explaining, she generously let go of the topic.

He slammed the knife to the ground and turned the blade towards Lorraine.

"You have great power." He praised in the tone of comments, "The power is huge and the skills are extraordinary. But with Nassian outside, you can't escape death today."

"Is that right?" Lorraine threw away her broken handguard, pinched her shoulders and moved her numb arms. "The good news is that Kentucky does not shoot through brick walls, so I should still have a chance to resist."

"Resist empty-handed?"

"It's better than just waiting for death, right?"

"It's true." Blackbeard nodded in agreement, nodded, and carried the black blade back on his shoulder. "Since you have no intention of surrender... let's die!"
Chapter completed!